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I'm counting down to mixing number 400! In the meantime,here's a trio of grogs to tide you over. Enjoy!

Mix #397 Disney's Navy Grog

1.5oz amber rum 1/2oz Lemon Hart 151 1/2oz grapefruit juice 1/2oz lime juice 1tsp honey syrup* 1/2oz club soda

Shake with ice and pour into mug.

*See below.

Found this is in a YouTube video that claimed it was from the 1987 book,Cooking With Mickey Around the World Book. The actual name of the tome is Cooking with Mickey Around Our World (Walt Disney World's Most Requested Recipes) by "Walt Disney Chefs". It's very tart,I wound up increasing the honey to a half ounce and that helped. The 151 gives it decent kick,but really the Don Beach Navy Grog is just as strong and tastes much better.

Mix #398 Kon-Tiki Grog

2oz Hamilton Jamaican Pot Still Black rum* 1oz pineapple juice 3/4oz lemon juice 1/2oz passionfruit syrup* 1 dash Angostura bitters

Shake with ice and pour into double rocks glass.

*See below before you break out the rum.

From the former Kon-Tiki bar in Oakland,CA,this didn't work well at all. It was very tart,and the Pot Still Black has a strong banana flavor that really came forward. Now two bad drinks in a row is no good,so I decided to fix this. I swapped in Kaniche Fiji rum and upped the passionfruit syrup to a full ounce. This made for a much better,and well balanced drink. If you really dig bananas and tart,try the original,but I think you'll like my version better.

Mix #399 St Olga's Grog

1oz Planteray OFTD 1oz Planteray Stiggin's Pineapple rum 1oz Planteray Original Dark rum 1.5oz tangerine juice 1oz lime juice 1/2oz honey syrup 1/4oz passionfruit syrup 1/4oz grenadine 3 dashes Angostura bitters splash of soda water

Shake with ice and pour into mug.

From mixologist Justin Wojslaw comes a sweet riff of the traditional Navy Grog. The OFTD gives it a bit more kick then the original,so if you're looking for strong and sweet this is your drink.

So here we are,about to hit four hundred. I'm working on an original for this milestone drink. In the meantime mix yourself a nice cocktail and check out these smooth tunes from Mark Riddle. Booyakasha!

Only it wasn’t Anthony

Anthony was dead.

This guy was somebody else.

Katya's calculations were elegant.

Almost.

If Gina never met Anthony,

there would be no falling in love.

No impossible future.

No time machine.

No cat with opinions about quantum mechanics.

Simple.

Except...

Gina and Anthony didn't meet by accident.

They met through friends.

Which meant there wasn't one moment to stop.

There were dozens.

A picnic.

A concert.

A borrowed canoe.

Somebody's birthday.

Somebody else's barbecue.

An invitation nobody remembered sending.

History, it turned out, had excellent networking skills.

Katya kept crossing out one rendezvous after another,

while Fate, without even looking up, wrote in another.

Tiki watched the list getting longer.

"So..."

he said.

"We're not changing history."

Katya flattened her ears.

"We're editing."

"Looks more like history's editing us."

The Time Machine kept circling the Gunks,

patient as a vulture,

waiting for somebody to admit

that destiny

Katya narrowed her eyes.

This was not a minor inconvenience. This was a full-scale feline emergency.

A cat, after all, was never meant to be slow-roasted at 102°F.

Something had to be done. And F-A-S-T.

Her current kingdom—temporarily known as Rosendale—had become a convection oven with windows.

Honestly.

Why was the Creator always testing her?

Did she have some strange hobby involving lightly toasted house cats?

Was this another cosmic experiment? "Let's see what happens when we remove the air conditioning and observe the tiny furry empress."

Rude.

People underestimated her.

They assumed cats were dramatic, aloof, incapable of communicating anything beyond the occasional judgmental blink.

A tragic misunderstanding.

Oh, she could communicate.

With precision.

With poetry. With strategic levels of chaos.

Well...

We shall see about that, won't we?

Katya had more than one ace tucked beneath her velvet paw.

She had simply been quiet for far too long.

And every great heroine knows the moment before she saves the day is often the hottest.

Literally.

A faint hum rippled through the shimmering air.

Then came a familiar whir.

Out of nowhere, zigzagging through time itself, came Tiki at the controls of the time machine—grinning like a raccoon who'd just stolen the moon.

Right on schedule.

Exactly as Katya had planned.

Of course she'd planned it.

Heroes always have a backup plan.

Cats have at least nine.

The Creator thought she was writing the story.

Katya merely smiled.

Sometimes the author forgets...